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Today.
When I was a kid, I didn’t have a laptop, iPod, Blackberry, PS3, Wifi or iPads. I played outside with friends, bruised my knees, made up stories and played hide and seek. I ate what my mom made. I would think twice before I said “no” to my parents. Life wasn’t hard, it was good & I survived. Kids these days are spoiled. Re-post this if you appreciate the way you were raised. I think we were happier kids.
I’ve been getting myself into a bit of trouble lately, haven’t I?
I’m torn between laying low or just saying “fuck it” and accepting that that is what my youth is for.
But I need to keep this at no one else’s expense but my own.
it’s not about living with no regrets as much as its about living with the acceptance that life is turbulent and the mere fact that we’re breathing is something to be glad about.
